Chapter Fifty-nine

Drakken rode ahead of the pack, his horse's hooves pattering loud on the muddy grounds as the rest followed behind him. He was restless about a lot of things but he did not show it. His head was not in the hunt even if he was supposed to lead it.

There was no way he could stay calm knowing Benjamin was at the palace with no one to watch over Eleanor. His half-brother had tendencies to piss him off, and he could already sense Benjamin brewing something; something very unruly and dangerous. He just knew it.

In fact, his very presence at the palace, screams menace. He was just waiting for him, Drakken, to lose guard before he unleashes. And he wasn't going to give him that privilege.

Duncan and George were on both his sides, him in the middle.

"Are you going to tell us what happened with Benjamin?" George's voice came from his right and Drakken snapped out of his thoughts. George had been dying to ask but chose to wait for the right time.

"It is Benjamin. Something is always transpirin